• true story

    by  • April 17, 2013

    I never thought I could speak in public.  I hated speaking in public.  I was the epitome of shy kid: that speaking assignment in seventh grade where we had to get up in front of the class and talk for four minutes was awful. (You know it was almost impossible when your seventh grade...

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    it takes time

    by  • April 2, 2013

    Feeling better takes time. That’s a royal pain in the ass for those of us who are impatient, or perfectionists, or just really into feeling good. But it just is. It just is so. Like wind and rain and sunrise and the tides, feeling better doesn’t always turn up on your schedule.  It hints...

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    feeding the spirit

    by  • January 23, 2013

    It’s about cheese and eggplant this morning, anything warm against the bitter cold shining so bright against the winter’s corners. It’s about any excuse to heat the oven, waiting until I am dry to go outside, even to feed the birds, anything, really, to remember that she is bigger than us, bigger than all...

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    what if we’ve got it backwards?

    by  • January 22, 2013

    This is the question I wake up with most mornings: What if we’ve got it backwards?  What if it’s inside out and upside down and widdershins? What if it’s really supposed to feel good? What if all this valorization of The Hard Way is a bunch of crap cooked up by people who pretty...

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    after school snacks

    by  • December 17, 2012

    When I was a kid, a little kid…seven, eight, nine years old, I was in school. So I’d get up go to school, run around doing School Things all day. Then I’d come home.  And after I put down my backpack and took off my shoes, I would notice something. I was hungry. So...

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    transition team!

    by  • November 12, 2012

    One of the things about me that I wish were less true is that I’m really hesitant to volunteer for things these days.  In fact, I’m even hesitant to commit to things sometimes.  I just change my schedule a lot, and it makes it hard to plan ahead.  The more I have to change...

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    laughter

    by  • November 9, 2012

    Same coffeeshop as yesterday. They’re laughing.  In fact, the three people behind the counter are joking and smiling as they dish up coffee, relaxed, real, fun. This is a notable change from summer, and not unusual for Maine.  After all, the tourists have gone home. No offense to the tourists–they keep our economy afloat...

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    what are you selling?

    by  • November 8, 2012

    I’m in a coffeeshop, because there’s construction at home.  No complaint about the insulation going into the basement, though.  None at all. So I’m here, in this incredibly comfy leather chair, surrounded by people softened by that first snowfall of winter.  There are lots of people like me, laptops in hand, looking busy.  There...

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    25 percent and 5 people

    by  • November 6, 2012

    I want a different culture than the one we live in right now.  I want a culture with more body joy and less body shame, more yeses and hows and fewer no’s and we-can’ts. If I could have my way with a magic wand, we would live in a gift economy and it would...

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    touch matters

    by  • November 5, 2012

    This morning I ran across an article on The Snugglery, a snuggling service in upstate New York.  They provide nonsexual cuddles (usually spooning) for $60/hour.  Pajamas stay on, other people are in the house but not in the room, confidentiality is assured. It’s not the first time I’ve heard of professional snuggling, but sometimes...

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